it's funny
at times
the way we look at things
we examine
sometimes with clear thought
other times
we jump
before thinking it through
where consequences
bite us in the butt
but isn't that part of life?
where choices are there
for all to take advantage of
and one deals with
whatever happens
then moves on
as time consumes us
moment by moment
in the sands
of memories

soul ships
that ride those constellations
along the comets
within this universe
stars shine brightly
where the old gods
still smile
deep in the undertone
that reaches
in the cosmos
that passage
into the next star system
fluid
within that partial eclipse

those labyrinths
of time
where passions are met
one stroke after another
infinite
beyond the morning
where secrets were told
last evening
and yet
answers were never found
but somehow
they never are
only converged
beyond the sunset

let me
open my heart
to my surroundings
find what life means
abounding within that mystery
yet having my feet
on the ground
discovering what I can
filling my head
with knowledge
in its truest form
walking those trails
yet to be discovered
finding that pleasure
in all I find
celebrating that need
that I somehow crave
and being simply
who I am

those heroes
that some take
for granted
sometimes are right in front of you
people that one
sees every day
yet never looks for glory
only does
what needs to be done
regardless for the cost
it matters not
the time spent
only that it needs
to be done

that truth
held so dear
yet something wasn't clear
an ambiguity
that changed everything
exactly what it was
stayed somehow in the shadows
all though reason
never was brought to mind
a certain sanctity
shattered into the past
never revealed
only wavered
past that innocence

red moon
hailed within the stars
where constellations reach
bound comets find
those restless moments
inclinations search
those horizons
in longitudes
whispered beyond imagination
moon rises
found in the distance
glistening where some
have not yet looked

my solitude
within the whispering winds
where somehow I find my peace
some understand this
some don't
yet to me it matters not
only that I find some comfort
within recesses of my mind
yes I hear whispers
but I pay no attention
to that certain gossip
and I find my strength
within the laughter
in the distance
somewhere I gather
what I need

whispering rhythms
held within the corners of my mind
sensations
within the ebb and flow
of that imagination
invoked
by the passion
proceeded
in diction
only pervasive
in that tone
wavering innocence
in the serenade
surrounded
within the harmony

that cold winter wind blows
sending a chill to your bones
telling you that maybe
this is a day to stay inside
yet...
somehow cabin fever
whispers
and tells you no
so which do you decide?
do you risk your health?
or do you risk your sanity?
decisions...
decisions...
where do you go from here?

recent memories
touch that which isn't meant to
yet still I remember
sometimes I laugh
sometime I cringe
but somehow they
make me who I am
those revolving doors
that remind one
of those pages of the past
revealing
that soul
within the heart

those dreams of the past
revolve within the echoes
dark within those shadows
reflected a moment at a time
soothen responses
within the month
yet..
something doesn't fit
exactly what
one can't tell
but then life
sometimes simply laughs at you
and you go on

reaching within
to touch that
which can not be touched
echoes found somehow
within the silence
and that rage
fits between the void
that is never completed
the blankness
overwhelms
those that can not
and will not see
it roars
like a lion
snarling
and daring one
to approach
undaunting
within the universe